Shadow Slave

Chapter 12

Right now, that obstacle was looking down, avoiding Sunny's gaze. His hand was resting on the sword handle. As always, the young slave had no idea about what was going on inside Hero's perfectly shaped head.

The uncertainty was making him nervous.

Finally, after some time had passed, the soldier spoke:

"I have only one question."

Both Sunny and Scholar stared at him while holding their breaths.

"Yes?"

"You said that one of us must be sacrificed to save the other two. Why him? From what I see, you are far closer to the grave."

'A great question! I was just about to ask it myself.'

Sunny turned to the older slave, trying very hard to suppress a mocking grin. But to his dismay, Scholar had an answer ready.

"Before the first attack, he was already bleeding because of your senior's whip. During the attack, he was drenched in the blood of a fellow slave. His cloak, too, was soaked in it when the previous owner died. The boy already reeks of blood. Keeping him alive will put us in danger. That's why he is the best choice."

The grin died before reaching Sunny's face.

'Curse you and your big brain!'

Scholar's reasoning was appallingly solid. Hero listened, his expression growing darker with each word. Finally, he looked at Sunny, a dangerous light shining in his eyes.

"That is true."

Sunny felt his mouth getting dry. Cold sweat was running down his spine. He tensed, ready to act…

But at that moment, Hero smiled.

"Your logic is almost unassailable," he said, unsheathing the sword. "However, you failed to account for one thing."

raised an eyebrow, trying

"What might that be?"

from

are, Your Grace. I also know what you've done, and how you ended up a salve. Just one of the revolting crimes you have committed would be enough to make me want to kill you. So if there is someone among us who deserves

Scholar's eyes widened.

but the smell of

you bleed enough to overpower whatever residual scent the

the flat side of the young soldier's sword. Not giving him an

Scholar

was in such stark contrast with his usually graceful

calm look and

"Wait for me here."

him down the path, soon disappearing behind a rock outcropping. After

was left alone,

This is… this is

believe how sudden Scholar's demise came to be. And

nothing had happened. But it was exactly that

contents of Scholar's rucksack and throwing most of the firewood out, the young soldier put it over

go. We

knowing what to say, Sunny gave him a nod

were only two

was sort of stupid, but Sunny suddenly

was much easier than scaling the mountain wall. He even had time for unnecessary thoughts. A strange feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began to feel that the

walked in silence for some time before Hero

about what happened. It's not your fault. The decision was mine, and

few steps ahead, so Sunny couldn't

you don't. Just trust me when I say that killing him was an act

which one of us feels

rationalize their actions, always desperate to maintain an

getting an

don't like to talk, do you? Well, fair

speak again after that, each preoccupied with their

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